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The dinner that got cancelled on THAT Saturday was rescheduled for Friday night. You know how they say that when you are really super excited about something it usually ends up sucking in the end??? Well..this was totally the opposite. This was the PERFECT Friday night.

It all started when my mom had the brilliant idea to take THE KIDS to her house for a sleepover in order for us not to stress about not returning too late from our friend’s house and sleeping in. Shhhhhhhhh. Did I just say it out loud??? To all the sleep deprived parents who just read the last line, ignore it. Pretend I never wrote it & you never read it. PRETEND.

We left the kids, dressed up, picked up some flowers and arrived at our friends house. There was only one thing that could spoil the evening – N. & I were still unsure of who was going to sacrifice himself and let the other drink so she can drive home safely. Yes, you read correctly. SHE. I love N. THAT MUCH to actually avoid inhaling one wine glass after the other. But I had too much of a good mood to let anything come in my way. So, I sucked it in. I (semi) volunteered to be the designated driver.

N.K.& Y.M. the lovely hosts and good (no filtering) friends of ours prepared & executed a perfect dinner. N. & I. were a little bit like the flies in the milk (that probably makes sense only to Greek readers) because we were the only ones who didn’t know the rest of the gang.

In an effort to break the ice, N.K. had the brilliant idea to introduce me as the blogger friend to the rest of the group (all parents) and she praised for the blog and then exaggerated (a lot) and then praised again. I am telling you this girl wouldn’t have done a better job if I paid her.

I felt great.

Like I just received the we-kind-of-feel-sorry-for-you-for-not-working-anymore-and-we-feel-we-should-praise-anything-you-do-apart-from-taking-care-of-your-children-24/7-even-if-it-is-a-blog-about-JUST-THAT award.

We ate GREAT food, we laughed (A LOT), we talked about movies & kids & football & LPG. And SOME WERE EVEN LUCKY ENOUGH TO DRINK A LOT (I cherished my one glass of white wine & drank it in the same pace & desperation as James Franco drank the last drops of his water in 148 hours).

We use to take turns Mr. S and I if we went out, if his friends I would drive and vica versa. If mutual friends it was a case of your turn one week mine the next etc. I am glad you enjoyed your one glass of wine though 🙂 xxx